A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever so please don't bite. :) I'm sure my grammar and word usage is incorrectly used, my apologizes. I wrote this 12:30 in the morning. Basically this is how I imagine they're going to wrap up the series. The creator's interpretation of the events will, much likely, be way cooler and more thought of than mine but its worth a shot. :) Enjoy!

She walked to his office with ease, knowing that they shared the same lunch-time (just a coincidence of course) and further knowing he was about to head down to her office since they were about to have lunch with Fitz and Gigi.

Knocking on the door, Lizzie could hear the surprise in Darcy's voice calling out "come in" and was further greeted with a corresponded look upon his naturally good-looking face. She gave him a big smile that made his stomach flip. These smiles weren't rare, but to be directed at him was.

Darcy stood up from his desk.

"Lizzie, I was just about to head down. You didn't have to come and get me; Gigi already sent me a text."

"I didn't come to get you, I mean, I wanted to talk to with you. Alone." She added this last part with haste as he gave her a questioning look.

"Umm ok, please sit." He offered one of the black leather couches in the middle of the office. She sat down and he walked over to do the same. The distance between them was the same as it would be on the vlogs; there was plenty of room on the couch but this felt natural now.

"I saw the response from the last video; your fans are very...demanding and, analytical, with their 'shipping' and 'mind-reading' with our every move," Darcy said this with his usual faint smile across his lips. Lizzie had recently found this look teasing; she's been wanting to make it spread into something more.

"Oh yeah, they have their ideas alright. They can really get into these sort've things," Lizzie responded. "Sometimes their hunches aren't too off though..." She trailed away with her eyes falling to her hands, not sure what she was implying about this.

Darcy caught on though. He noticed how accurate they were sometimes like when Lizzie touched his shoulder; he used all of his will power to not grab her hand to keep it there…or not to shatter into pieces as he painfully remembered her feelings were not mutual. What she said however, was news to him: he wanted to believe it before this but he didn't want to hurt himself more. Darcy made a mental note to reread the comments and try to figure how many of the guesses weren't that "off". For now he changed the subject, not wanting things to get awkward between them since the silence was slowly sinking in.

"So what did you want to say? I'm assuming it's not the rest of our interview- can't ruin it for the viewers and their thoughts." Darcy said this with a joking smirk- Lizzie was the one to catch on now and smiled again.

"I just wanted to thank you... For everything, really. The day out with Gigi and you was very enjoyable and part one of the interview (she said this with a smirk similar to his) was something I...needed. I haven't had a good laugh in a while."

Darcy's heart was starting to beat faster than it already was when he saw her walk in five minutes ago.

"I mean, it's not that I'm not happy here- I am happy," she says this with a faint laugh. "This place is incredible, how can someone not like it here. (She noticed her rambling and cut to the chase) I-I just don't have too many friends here to really talk too." As she said this, she placed her hand on his knee. She could feel his warmth evaporate into her and the feeling was new but...pleasant. Even though she felt this, she also felt him stiffen- just like the last time when she put her hand on his shoulder.

She decided to quickly let go.

And just like the last time, Darcy used all of his willpower he could muster to react normal to her unexpected touch. Gosh, she was so influential, so eloquent, and yet she had no clue- he hoped she didn't have a clue at least. Darcy couldn't afford to lose her by scaring her off, or scaring himself off for the matter, again.

She said friend; they were friends. This is a step in the right direction. It's small but it's better than Lizzie listing off all the reasons she could never love him, let alone like him.

But Darcy didn't want to be "just friends", he didn't want to be "friend-zoned". He truly, truly loved her and the thought of losing her to another man gave him short but powerful pains in his heart. No, he's trying to change those reasons why she could never fall in love with him into reasons to why she couldn't help herself falling in love with him.

Little did he know that his attempting was working.

"Of course," Darcy replied softly a smile. "I'm always here for you." And placed his hand on her knee, just like she did before, only that he never let go.